01x13 - A Day in the Life

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Bark and scratch and Frisbee catch and

presidential pets. That's us. Changing to

the canines who drive suit up cars and

jets. Coming through. Tilk are sniffing,

toilet sip and soaring through the sky. I

like it. They can drooling with the

fueling. Who says dogs can fly?Can't we?

Speeding, crash and fail and crash and

vehicle is slow. Jason racing

down the road.

That's me! Puts shoes on posterior

His box worse than his bite I'm burbish

Shag is strong from head to toe A cow

through and through Row, row, row Muzzle

stack is gonna blow He's sure a screw or

two They fight for right both day and

night In every episode Let's roll! Now

it's time to hit the road

So I tell the Schlumiel, Robin. I say,

Back off, pal. I'm the king of radio. No

one can touch me. What do you think of

that?

I mean, this guy is really annoying,

Robin. He's more annoying than those

French. I wish he'd retreat like the

French during World w*r II.

Anyway, this guy's driving me crazier

than Jackie of renegotiation time. No

kidding. I don't care if he is the head

of the FCC, Robin.

Morning, Colleen.

Morning, Auntie Wuntie. Morning, pretty

girl doggy. Well, hello and welcome to

Road Rover Headquarters. You must be one

of the new cadets. Glad to have you

aboard. No, you know me. I'm Blitz.

No, no, noWe like to give all our new

cadets nicknames. You know, funny

nicknames that make us laugh. Let's see.

What can we call you?Oh, here's one. How

about Mr. Chubby Cheeks?What?

From now on, your name is Mr.

Chester Chubby Cheeks. OK, don't call me

that. Or maybe just Chubbykins for sure.

That's it. I've had it with your little

name game. Let the biting begin.

I love it!

Sorry. Seems the name Chabikins has

already been taken. So why don't we call

you... Mr. Puffy

Lips?Uh, it works for

me.

Shag you've done it again. Another

gourmet delight. I couldn't agree more.

Hunter, you're a Road Rover now. You

don't have to eat from coal on the floor

anymore. I know, but some habits die

hard. Open the door.

What's going on?Shag is hogging the

bathroom again.

Hey, hurry it up, ShagWe all have to use

it. Need some for us, will you?

Gather round, Rovers. You have a busy day

ahead. Here's your schedule. Free

the hostages, attend the peace treaty

signing, and track down this unidentified

alien spacecraft. Sure thing, Master, but

what do we do after lunch?Now there's

your comedy. Let's move out, Rovers. Now,

hold it right there. Why is Hunter in

charge all the time?What about me?

How come you're always the leader?Well,

for one thing, I'm smarter than you. No,

you're not. Yeah, I am. Prove it. OK,

look over there. What?Now look over

there. What?Look over there. What?Now

look over there. What?Look over there.

What?Now look over there. What?Now look

over there. Now this could go on forever.

Go and buckle up. Let's hit the road,

Rovers!

When do I get to drive?As soon as my

license gets revoked. Your pilot's

license?No, my dog

license!You know, I think we've done this

joke. That's true. We're recycling.

Zag, we talk dying up room of

relief.

What are you working on, hunter?A missing

dog case. You know, just trying to update

the files. I'm an expert on missing dogs.

Let me see. Hey, don't mess with my

stuff, okay?It's private.

Who's the babe?She's not a babe,

okay?So back off. Ooh, Tachi,

Tachi, Mr. Tachi. Just mind your own

business, puffy lips. Well, what do you

know?Hunter has girlfriend.

Ha ha!

You remind me of Polar Bear I once knew.

His name was Binky. He

smelled like Staten Island Garbage Scout.

That is much better. Thank you, Eddy.

We need someone to draw their fire. Hey,

don't look at me. I'm just here temping

while the regular girl's on vacation. If

we can sneak in behind that guard shack,

we might be able to free the hostages.

What do you think?Well, we could try your

plan, or we might try a plan that

actually works. Yeah, tough

choice. Total toss up.

OK, Rovers, let's roll.

I could have been born a cat, but no...

Hi-ya!

I give you cold shoulder, and cold head,

cold back, cold tushie. Leave the

tushies to me and let the biting begin.

We're friends, and we're getting you out

of here.

We'd like to welcome the hostages back

home, where they belong.

Job well done, Rovers. Thanks, Master.

Oh, and by the way, remember that alien

ship we were supposed to track down?Yes.

Looks like it beat us to the punch. I

would not have predicted this. But this

is how it's all going to end. know that

it's already 12 noon. Time sure flies

when you're having fun.

Who are these jokers?I don't know, but

they're screwing up our very busy

schedule. Let's lose 'em. Roger!

Nice work, Colleen. But don't call me

Roger.

What's next on the agenda?Next is perhaps

our most important mission of the day.

Lunchtime!

Yeah, we need 12 jumbos with the works, 6

fries, 5 root beers, and hey, Blitz, what

do you want to drink?Do they have

peppermint milkshakes?

Oh, yeah, they got a big vat of those out

back. Make that six root beers.

Peppermint milkshakes. Thanks.

Whoa. Diggity-dank wheels.

Road Rovers, not too dull.

Uh-huhOnly one problem.

What's that?They paint with old

tennis balls. Spew?

Spew.

Delicious. What is it they are calling

the meat tube inside the small bread loaf?

Oh, that's the great American meal. The

hot dog. Hot dog?Why far is it named like

this?No one really

knows. Oh no, I am eating one of my dog

comrades. I am Cannibal Boy. No,

it's not made from dog. Then why call it

hot dog?Because it's served warm and

shaped like a dachshund. He's wiener

dog, Fred. Now I am doing the choking.

Here, let me hide with you. Don't even

think about it.

Fitter up with premium.

That is the most disgusting man's room

I've ever been in. Me first. Gangway.

Oh, boy.

On behalf of the Rovers, I just want to

thank you. Oh, boy.

So, Hunter, what's with the dog in the

picture?It's a long story, exile.

It's a long flight. She's

beautiful, isn't she?I finally tracked

her down. It took quite a while. Where

does she live?Wyoming. Out in the middle

of nowhere. You should go see her. Yeah.

How?We're busy all the time at state

functions, on missions. You must make

time for the important things, Copper.

Look, Sal, what are you doing?What's

going on?We're making a brief stop in

Wyoming.

Well, what are you waiting for?Go down

and see her. I don't know what to say.

You'll figure it out. Just go. But what

about the peace treaty signing?We'll

handle it. We'll come back to pick you up

in an hour. Are you sure?Just

go.

OK. It won't be long. Yeah, right.

I've heard that story before.

So long, Auntie.

Stay calm. It's okay. It's okay, really.

Here, smell. See, it's just me.

Yeah, it's just me. It's OK.

It's OK. That's right.

It's good to see you too, Mama.

And it's good to be home.

That treaty signing at the UN went better

than I expected. I just wish Blitz hadn't

bitten Sam Donaldson.

Hey, give me that. Oh, my.

I had no choice. His to pay att*cked me.

He's getting late. We'd better go pick up

Hunter. I'm afraid that may be

impossible.

Yet another unexpected twist.

Bummer.

Stay in your bag, Blitz.

And what were you before you will roll

over?Well, I was a guard dog. I would

guard the auto yard all night. And when

the burglars came by, I would bark at

them, you know, I would go and say

go away, get away from here, you are

bothering me. And if they didn't leave, I

would show the fangs like this, OK?

And that is when the biting would begin.

I enjoy biting the tushyIt's soft and

squishy. And I like to go

like this. This is good

exercise for the g*ns, and it makes the

peoples run away really fast. I've

actually kept a record of all the tushies

I've bitten. If I make it to 1000, I get

a new flea collar. That is my goal.

Would you ever divulge the secrets of the

roll rovers?Never. And if you

were tortured?Exactly. What would you

like to know?

Hey, what's the blooming idea?Who are you

blokes?What do you want with us?We'll ask

the questions, Rover. Now tell us

everything. Who are you?Well,

there's not much to tell, really. I'm

Colleen. Hello. I was born at an early

age, went to a BD at school, and flunked

paper training. So watch your step. My

passions include chasing the mailman,

squeaky toy shaped like bananas, and not

sizzling shanks of fatty pork. Nummy.

Would you like to know more?No, that's

plenty. Good. Then I can go.

I'll take that as a probable no.

State your name. Your

name. What is your

name?Oh, never

mind. Next.

Tell us about the inner workings of the

Road Rovers.

What did he say?He says he wants his

lawyer. Stop stalling and tell

us your secrets now.

Well,

there

you have

it. Of what?Shag's secret recipe for

Kung Pao chicken.

Mixed with toilet water serves 10.

Okay, Rovers. The

game is over.

Pavo. And the groomer.

You've had your fun. Now it's time for us

to have ours.

So anyway, I searched through all the

computer files, and I finally filed the

records back here to you, Mom. I guess

that's why they named me Hunter.

No, I can't stay. I'm a Road Rover now.

I'm part of a team. And it looks like

they need me. I gotta go.

Yes, I promise I'll be careful.

And I love you too, Mom.

I know you're scared, but just keep calm.

Before we lower you into the molten hot

rock smokers, any last

requests?Yes, I have one.

Would you make me a nice, refreshing

peppermint milkshake?The

quest denied. Let's get this over with.

What are we?

Peppermint milkshake. I like minty

things, so sue me. This is a

happy day. Aye, that is.

Hello. What have we here?Let's

see what this baby can do.

Beware of dogs. No.

Let's muzzle them. No!

I am thanking goodness you arrived in

nick of time. Ski comrade, Hunter. Hey,

I'm just sorry I wasn't there sooner,

bro. So all right, already tell us what

happened with your girlfriend. What

girlfriend?That girl thought back on the

farm. Oh, that's not my

girlfriend. That's my mother. Your

mom?Yeah, I hadn't seen her since I was 8

weeks old. Had a heck of a time tracking

her down. Who'd you think it was?Oh,

well, I... She thought you had a new

girlfriend and, you know, that you were

dumping her and she was all jealous and

upset and... Hi-yah!

Sorry. That was uncalled for on my part.

You're Kayblitz. The name is Mr. Pa

Phillips, but you can call me an

ambulance. Let's take it home,

Rovers.

Welcome back, Rovers.

You know, Blitz, this peppermint

milkshake is pretty good ski. Told you

so. I guess you're not such a weird

boy after all. You really mean that?

No, I'm just making conversation. You're

way weird, boy. So,

Auntie. Yeah. There's a moon out tonight.

Cool. So do you want to go for a walk on

the beach?Do I?You bet.

This is not exactly what I had in mind.

You've done a great job today, Rovers.

You're good dogs.

A

little disgusting some of the time. But

basically, you're good, good dogs.